Rant Rant Rant

All my friends are getting pregnant. It is massively unfair. The latest one, a film school friend, wasn't even trying. The idea was a twinkle in her eye. Barely. And tah-DAH!!el pregnante! At work Roch is swelling like a balloon, and all about stories of her 40+ y.o. friends getting up the duff left and right. And with us, Rob has been manfully donating on demand for 5 months now, lovely me - the receptacle - womanfully receiving - and nada. Perhaps all these years of respectful distance from penis's has turned whoever the fertility goddess is against me. Maybe the thermometer is lying to me. Rob is sound, we checked that out pretty quick - its easy - squirt and test. I would have to lay back and take all manner of invasive medical technology to check it. Plus there's a rule that it takes a year, and it's two years before they treat infertility.

Imagine two more years of stinky, STINKY spoof donations, w me laying on my back w my legs around my ears, and then it turns out to have been pointless. That would flat out suck.

On a lighter note, this picture was in the finalists for some Photo of the Year award, but the general consensus is it's photoshopped. Apparently the chances of such an event occurring as is purportedly recorded, are minimal in the extreme, and involve zero body fat and the absence of any amount of skin, muscle and uterus. Or something.

Whatever. I want it on MY babyshower invite. Dammit.

posted by Annie B @ 1:51 PM